New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 202 No Free Time

They were too busy with their own projects and could only offer the necessary tools, not the designers she needed.

Claire ended her phone call, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. She had just spoken with a robotics company from Japan, hoping they could provide both the tools and the designers for her latest project at Metacortex. But the response had been disappointing. As she turned off her phone, Sandra, her reliable assistant, walked into the office holding a stack of documents. "These need your signature," Sandra said, placing them on Claire's desk.

Claire picked up her pen, signing the documents with her usual precision. As she did so, a thought crossed her mind. She paused, looking up at Sandra. "Sandra, can I get your opinion on something?"

Sandra looked slightly surprised by the sudden question but nodded, ready to listen. "Of course, Ms. Peterson. What's on your mind?"

Claire set the pen down and leaned back in her chair, her gaze thoughtful. "Do you think it would be a good idea to hold a design competition? I was just on the phone with the robotics company from Japan. They're too busy to provide designers, but they can supply the tools we need. It got me thinking... maybe we should look elsewhere for creative input."

Sandra considered the idea, her brow furrowed in thought. "A design competition could be a great idea," she said after a moment. "It would allow Metacortex to explore a range of creative solutions and choose the best design. Plus, it could bring some fresh talent into the mix."

Claire nodded, appreciating the insight. "That's exactly what I was thinking. It would give us more options and might even spark some innovative ideas we hadn't considered. I like what you're thinking, Sandra."

With a satisfied smile, Claire handed the signed documents back to Sandra. "Could you arrange a meeting with Alexander Harris today? I need his approval before we move forward with this."

Sandra nodded, tucking the documents under her arm. "Of course, I'll contact him right away." She left the office, already dialing the number.

Meanwhile, Alexander Harris was enjoying a rare moment of leisure on the golf course. It was one of those precious times when he could step away from the constant demands of his business empire and indulge in something that relaxed him. He swung his club, watching the ball soar through the air with satisfaction.

Just as he was about to line up for his next shot, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw that it was his secretary calling. Sighing, he answered the call. "Yes?"

"Mr. Harris, I hope I'm not interrupting," his secretary said politely, though she knew she was.

Alex kept his tone neutral. "What is it?"

you today," she informed him. "Ms.

about the sudden request.

go into details," the secretary replied. "She said she'd

He had been looking forward to a quiet day, a chance to unwind. But the mention of Claire piqued his interest. Whatever it was, it must have been important if she wanted

would have to wait. "Alright,

I'll inform Metacortex immediately," the secretary said

and finished his round of golf, though his thoughts were already turning to what Claire might want

floor. She knocked softly

an eyebrow

surprise. Alexander Harris was

for being a

without a fight "Interesting," Claire murmured, her mind already turning over the implications. She glanced

him to

quietly behind her. Claire leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful expression on her face. She couldn't help but wonder what had prompted Alex to agree so easily. An hour passed, during which Claire busied herself with work, though her mind occasionally wandered to

the door broke

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from a tie. His frown deepened the moment their eyes met, and Claire could sense a tension in the air Alex stood there for

something.

greeted him with a polite smile, motioning to the chair opposite her desk. "Please,

never left Claire, but she maintained her composure, slipping into her usual sharp tone. "I know you're a busy man, so

a slight nod,

in talks with a robotics company from Japan," Claire began, her voice steady. "They've expressed interest in providing the tools we need for the Harris hotel project. However, they've made it clear that

intently, his